I hate candy corn on its own, but mix it with peanuts and I'm in heaven. Together, they basically taste like a Payday candybar.

When I was an apartment dweller, I could avoid Halloween candy because no kids came to the door. Now, I'd be the scourge of the neighborhood if I didn't have candy on hand. If it's in my house, I'll eat it. And what is it with the secretary in my office? She, herself, is on WW, but she thinks nothing of bringing in bags of candy to leave sitting out for the rest of us. I've asked her to stop, but she won't. I realize that it's my obligation to "just say no," but it sure is a lot easier when it's not right in front of me.